Sunday, November 8, 2015

Our full disclosure on the world of Free Energy continues as we
reveal the personal experiences that led our family to the beginnings
of the QEG through our letters to Wilhelmina. Be sure to catch the
beginning of this story in this post here.

Dear Wilhelmina,

It’s just after 6am and I can’t sleep anymore. I was awakened by the
beautiful sounds of a man singing praises to God from a speaker
broadcasting across town. It’s the early morning prayer that goes on for
15 minutes somewhere between 4-5 am. I rise from my bed and look out
the small iron gated window of my room. I can see the sun rising over
the jagged mountains of Chefchaouen. The rooster relay begins across
this quaint Moroccan town as I hear one rooster after the other greeting
the morning sun.

The Rooftops of Chefchaouen

I can hear the sandal-ed feet of a child as he runs through the
narrow walkways that sit in between the ancient buildings of the town.
Then a little later I hear the soothing whispers of Arabic spoken by
young girls as they carry eggs to sell in the market square. I told my
beloved Tivon yesterday that being in this town feels like living inside
of an ant farm. The buildings are so old and each one of them is
nestled right into the mountain, one on top of the other. All of them
are painted with vivid shades of blue. The colors here are more
beautiful than you can imagine.

Streets of Chefchoan

The tantalizing aromas of baking bread, warmed olive oil and spices
have begun to fill the air. Soon breakfast will be served and I’ll
descend the steep stairs of our cozy and well decorated Riad to ‘take
coffee.’ But for now, I just have to start writing as my mind won’t let
me rest. I hear a voice in my heart that tells me, “Its time.” And
with this dear friend, I have decided to finally tell my story of the
last two years journey of my life of publically working on a free energy
device. Prepare yourself my friend, for the story that I am about to
share with you here in these letters is by no means boring. Indeed in
some respects it can be stranger than fiction.

Opensourcing and building our QEG free energy device has taught me
more lessons than I could ever have imagined. However, the greatest
lessons I have learned from this journey have very little to do with
technology, engineering or the laws of physics. Rather, I have learned
more about the characteristics of humanity which have all been brought
to the surface through this one simple device.

As we both share the same interest in the work of Stephen Greer, I
feel safe sharing this with you as it pertains to advanced alien races. I
believe that we are not the only ones that exist in this whole galaxy,
and I also believe that there are many alien races that are far more
advanced in their technology than we are. I feel that perhaps these
other races view humanity as a ‘grand experiment,’ as it was
appropriately named in some of the interviews I’ve heard with disclosure
insider Corey Goode.

I have a hunch that the QEG was used as its own grand experiment with
the human race. I envision it might have gone something like this:
Alien races decide to conduct a litmus test to see how ‘ready’ humanity
is for handling advanced technology. Rather than giving us space ships,
or materializers that make food out of thin air, they decide to give us
something much simpler and almost primitive in comparison; a device that
should have been introduced to humanity 130 years ago by the inventor
Nikola Tesla. It was held back then from humanity by greed and the lust
for power over people, as exerted by JP Morgan and Thomas Alva
Edison. So it’s almost as if the alien races said, “let’s see if they
can walk before they run, let’s give them this older device and see what
they do with it. We’ll see how much humanity has truly evolved in the
last 130 years.” Yup, I’m sure that’s how this conversation went, as
what I am about to disclose to you in these letters are some of the most
amazing accounts of human behaviors brought to the surface through the
shared desire of obtaining advanced technology. I’ve seen so much pain
and so much good, and it is only fitting that I share this story once
and for all, so that those who read it will know the reality of what
happened.

Before I begin my long and sometimes painful reflection into the
past, let me first explain where I am today. I live in Morocco with my
partner Tivon. He is a brilliant engineer, and is strong and loyal. He
has given me stability, something I need in my life. We chose Morocco as
our place to be for a number of very good reasons.

Hope and Tivon at Home in Morocco

It is a completely different world here than it is in western
cultures. The people here are still connected to the earth and working
with the land and their hands. They speak to each other and they all
know their neighbors. Life is simple, yet a little chaotic here. They do
not have all the modern conveniences that we are used to in the west.
They are developing towards this, but ever so slowly. You have to
completely adjust your way of living and thinking when you’re here.
Moroccans don’t have watches, they have time. They have a saying
“enshahallah” which means “God willing”. It also means, “I’ll get to it
when I get to it.” An appointment made on Tuesday easily becomes a
meeting on Wednesday, or Thursday, or as soon as possible. The people
here are incredibly laid back, making this a perfect environment for
developing free energy devices because for the most part, you can do
what you want and no one really bothers you.

Moroccans understand their own form of natural law. We witnessed an
incident where someone stole from a vendor on the street, and
immediately three Berber tribal women held back the boy while a local
man scolded him in front of the whole town. This was way before the
Gendarmes arrived, who sided with the people. The people understand
right from wrong. If you harm another person here, it is quickly
corrected through the long standing culture. Of course it’s not perfect
and has its flaws like any other country, however, I can handle
Morocco’s flaws a lot more than I can handle the police state that has
become America today. Morocco is a Muslim country, however, all the
crazy propaganda you hear about Muslims on western media is nothing but
the biggest bunch of lies. People are people wherever you go. I am a
Christian, as is my family, and many of my friends are Muslim and they
are the nicest people I’ve ever met! They show us the greatest respect,
and I return the same respect to them and their traditions.

A former acquaintance of mine (we’ll call him Peter), once told me
“Do NOT bring a free energy device to Morocco, because it is a lawless
country, A LAWLESS COUNTRY!!!” I still chuckle today when I think of
his statement and how incorrect he was in his perception, especially
since he’s never even been here. Morocco has plenty of laws, and they
have an understanding of the natural laws of the universe. What they
don’t have is an insane series of corrupt, gestapo-inspired regulations,
and unnatural laws like we have in the western world; the same kind of
laws and hidden oppression that the western world has that makes it
near impossible to build a free energy device in peace. So if this is
what he meant by “Morocco is a lawless country” then heck yes, this is
the exact reason why I’m building free energy devices here!

Everywhere we go we get support for what we are building
here. Everyone knows and respects Nikola Tesla, including all the
standard engineers. People are happy with what we’re doing and they
want to help us get this technology to the poorest people here who don’t
have any electricity at all. But most of all, I feel safer here than
I’ve ever felt in any other place in the world. I live in peace,
everything here is very cheap, and people are so warm and friendly that I
know if I were to ever run out of food or need help they would help
because that is their culture. They care about other people.
It’s really not easy to figure out how to get into Morocco on your
own. Not many people speak English, and you need to know someone who
knows the area. I actually plan on writing a book soon called
“HopeGirl’s No Nonsense Guide to Morocco” which I think will be very
helpful. But that’s another story for another day. For now, we will
stick to the saga that is the world of free energy around the QEG, and
my family’s quest to help humanity.

Our story begins in 2013. At the time, my stepfather James was
working on an energy device called an RRFC which pulled radio waves out
of the air and converted them into useable energy. James is a
self-taught electrical engineer who worked at Shop Vac Corporation for
27 years but has spent his entire life from childhood tinkering with
electronics, motors and radio waves. In 2013, no one in my family, not
even James, had any clue about the ‘world of free energy’ and all the
nuances and personalities that have been in this playing field for
decades. We were an average American family, struggling to make ends
meet like everyone else. We just wanted electricity, we wanted to get
off the grid of energy slavery, and we wanted to help other people do it
too. This was, and still is, our only agenda to this day.

At this moment in our story, I had already started writing the
HopeGirl blog, and had been involved with many groups through skype
calls. I had written a business plan and was looking for investors to
help me fund a humanitarian projects company (and two years later, I’m
still looking!). This is when I met a woman whom we’ll call Carol. We
met through an online spiritual group. She is an extremely wealthy
woman whose husband we’ll call ‘gadgetman’ (owns several electronic
companies in Hong Kong). Carol invited me to come to visit her at her
estate in Washington, where she said she would introduce me to all of
her billionaire friends there and spread my business plan around to help
get me investors. Carol told me that these people are so rich they
don’t even know what to do with their money, and that they are looking
for something spiritual to redeem their souls, and my humanitarian
projects business fit the bill.

So I spent my own money to fly out to meet Carol in hopes that I
would be able to fund my company. The moment my plane landed in Seattle
I was greeted by Carol’s ‘driver,’ a middle class woman who owned her
own local cab company, who regularly picked up guests for people
visiting Carol’s estate. Within minutes of getting into the car I was
grilled and vetted by this cab driver for the entire hour’s journey to
the estate. She wanted to know who I was, how I knew Carol, where I
came from, what my background was, all about my company… she was very
nosy. Me, being overly friendly and a bit naïve, happily obliged her
interrogation session and answered her questions truthfully. I had
nothing to hide. I told her that Carol and I met through an online
spiritual group, and that Carol was interested in my company, which is
an organization for humanitarian projects. Much later on in this story
we will revisit this cab driver… as she played a role in how this whole
story turned out.

Carol’s estate consisted of a huge custom-built home, several hundred
acres of land, a full horse barn, gardens, and lots of dogs, cats,
horses and chickens. She has a full staff working for her; maids,
cooks, farm hands, gardeners, drivers, etc. Her husband was not home
when I was visiting, he was in Hong Kong for almost half the year on
business. In fact, I’ve still not met him to this day. Carol spent 4
days introducing me to her friends and pampering me with her wealth. She
wanted to be my spiritual teacher and take me under her wing.

Yelm, Washington, USA is home to the Ramtha School of Enlightenment,
which is a huge horse farm estate run by a woman named J.Z. Knight, who
allegedly channels the spirit of a 35,000 year old war god named
Ramtha. Thousands of people have become disciples of the school over
the last few decades, they practice ‘energy work,’ and are known for
their ritualistic exercises like walking around blindfolded, rigging the
lottery numbers with their minds, and becoming drunk at wine
ceremonies. (They have been called a cult by many people, and many
former students suffer from PTSD symptoms.)

At the time I was there I didn’t know anything about the school’s history, I had never heard of Ramtha at all. LATER I READ THIS ARTICLE that
shone the light on some of the school’s darker aspects. Many of the
people I was introduced to in Yelm through Carol’s rich friends were all
part of this spiritual school. One man named Míceál Ledwith, was a
close friend of Carols whom she insisted I meet and have dinner with as,
according to Carol, he “used to run the Vatican.” He seemed like a
friendly guy, though a bit odd… then later on I found the above article
that mentions him as being “defrocked from the Vatican under pedophile
allegations.” I’m amazed at some of the things I’ve learned about the
people I’ve known now that so much time has passed.

This is JZ Night who channels “Ramtha” in her very luxurious home in Yelm

Carol was an 8 year student of the Ramtha school, and had moved her
family to Yelm just to be a part of the spiritual community. Many people
who live in Yelm are millionaires and billionaires that are former CEOs
of well-known companies, and even some members of the infamous ‘13
families’ live there. According to Carol, many of these people feel
empty inside regardless of how much money they have, and they were
seeking out spiritual fulfillment through new age methods. There is a
cult film called “What The Bleep Do We Know” that comes from this
community and portrays the culture there.

I met many characters there, including a woman who was a ‘psychic to
the stars,’ a man whom had just come back from an Ashram experience in
India, and a well-known film star from the seventies. I even had dinner
at Carol’s house with author Joe Dispenza, whose work I really
respect. Not many people know this about me, but I have opera training
and I sang an opera song for Joe and his wife at Carol’s house. I think
that was a moment they will never forget
Now that I’ve set the stage, here is where the QEG comes into our
story. While I was in Yelm, Carol introduced me to a group called WITTS
(World Improvement Through The Spirit). She had been following their
work and speaking with them for quite some time. She had ordered a
small product from them, a series of small tubes to put in your car
engine that would supposedly increase your gas mileage by 90%. I met
their spokesperson everyone calls ‘Sir T’ on a skype call with Carol,
while standing in her living room.

Here is some more background: Carol’s husband gadgetman was
open-minded enough to try an energy device. Carol had convinced him to
try a device that WITTS was building called the 40 Kilowatt
Generator. This generator is a variation of Nikola Tesla’s Electric
Dynamo. According to my conversation with WITTS, the generator that
they have in their possession was designed by an inventor named John
Ecklin, who has built many successful devices, including a car that ran
without gas that he drove around for 30 years. He is the original
designer of this generator, which was a variation of a Tesla patent that
is in the public domain. John Ecklin died a while back, and many of
his devices and patents were sold off at the auction of his estate. I
don’t know how, but WITTS acquired the device.

WITTS claims that they can build and reproduce these generators, well
actually they claim to already have 100,000 of them up and running in
countries all over the world. I developed a relationship with WITTS
from that day forward. We spoke on skype calls, promoted all their
products on our website, did a radio show together and also featured
them in our movie.

WITTS wanted to sell their generator to Carol for $100,000. Carol
wanted to have the device on her estate so that she could show it off to
her friends. (We’ve since learned that this is a common pattern; many
wealthy people want to have a free energy device so they can display it
like a museum piece rather than use it.) Carol’s husband said he would
pay the $100K but insisted that the money be transferred to WITTS via an
escrow account. This made sense to me, as it ensured that WITTS would
not just run off with the money, and deliver an actual product.

WITTS replied that they needed to “consult with the elders” about the
escrow account. We later learned that ‘the elders’ consists of one guy
we will call Joe, who calls all the financial shots for WITTS that,
apparently, not many people like very much. Joe said no, they wanted
all the money up front in cash and they would not put it in
escrow. Carol’s husband said no deal and dropped the idea all
together. This process took months to occur before they finally pulled
out of the deal. In the meantime, I kept talking with Sir T and
promoting WITTS on our website.

I wanted to help them get their stuff out there, and I told them I
would try my best to promote them to the people that followed our work
on my blog. This is all I ever promised WITTS.

During these few months of corresponding with them, my stepfather
James started watching their YouTube videos. When James saw the 40
Kilowatt Generator video, and heard the device go into resonance for the
first time, something clicked in his engineering mind. This is when
James received inspiration on how to build this device. It’s much like
the way Tesla received his ideas about energy, it comes from within.
James could not stop thinking about the generator, he kept ‘seeing’ in
his mind how it would work, how it would produce enough power, and he
was fascinated with it.

James put the RRFC to the side and focused all his time and energy on
the generator which we call the QEG (Quantum Energy Generator). His
main drive was to build a device that could produce enough energy to
power a home. He wanted to just give it away to the world without
patents, and help other engineers build them. James paid $360 for a one
hour skype call with Sir T. The information he received on this call
was incomplete and very unprofessional. Sir T held up a scribble on a
piece of paper and said “here is the schematic.” Other than 1 hours’
worth of incomplete instruction, the rest of the information on how to
build the QEG James came up with on his own, using his own engineering
knowledge and experience.

Just to help make things clear, the QEG is an adaptation of Tesla’s
patent, which is in the public domain, which means anyone can reproduce
it. Ecklin reproduced it, WITTS acquired Ecklin’s device and showed it
in a YouTube video. James designed his own version by watching the
video and talking to WITTS for 1 hour, but the details of the design all
came from James’ knowledge of engineering.

(I will be bouncing around a little bit here in our story line, as so
many things happened over the course of many months simultaneously.)

On the topic of WITTS:
WITTS claims to have been in existence for over 200 years. They claim
that everyone that has ever had anything to do with energy has at one
point in time come through their organization. This includes even the
greats Nikola Tesla and Michael Faraday. They also claim to be a
Christian ministry, and continuously state that they are only doing this
work for humanity in the name of God.
The night before we open sourced the plans for the QEG to the world,
we had a brief skype chat with Sir T. It was our last attempt to work
together with him and it didn’t go to well.

Prior to this we had tried to work with WITTS in every way that we
could. After many failed attempts, we wanted to give him one last chance
to help us bring this technology to the people. We wanted to make
another donation to their organization. We wanted to ask a couple of
questions about overunity, self-running and further development. Sir T
immediately opened up his end of the conversation with vile insults. He
said he would charge us $1000 just to speak to him. He then said “Hope
promised she would give us 99% of all the income she ever made from any
campaign she’s ever had.”

Yes, he actually said this. And actually expected me to give him 99%
of all the GROSS revenue ever generated from any crowdfunding campaign I
ever did. This of course included a few campaigns that had nothing at
all to do with the QEG. And he specified GROSS too, which means he
wasn’t even taking into account all the fees that need to be paid in
order to just hold a campaign, or accept credit cards, or buy parts. Of
course I never said this, as no person in their right mind would ever
promise such a thing. This man was beyond delusional.

But there is so much more. Over the last two years, we’ve spoken to
many people who have had run-ins with WITTS, including a lot of their
students who have spent thousands of dollars on consultations with Sir
T. We have videos of several of these consultations that we’ve had to
watch over and over again in order to report or reference some of the
technical information in our material. It’s funny, because sandwiched
in-between all the technical info is a bunch of crazy wild claims from
WITTS. According to WITTS, “everyone in the free energy world started
with them, they all stole WITTS’ work. Sir T uses terms like abandoned
us, stolen, lied, cheated and scoundrels when describing Ron Cole,
Sterling Allan, Stephen Greer, John Bedini, Dennis Lee, Tom Bearden,
Nassim Harammein, Foster Gamble and Don Smith.

Sir T states, “Most of the people that started with us weren’t
supposed to go out on their own. They were supposed to stay with us and
work with us.”

When asked if they were trying to raise $12K to build a solid state
demo, Sir T states “No we are not doing fundraising like that, we are
raising $20 million for a factory, we are tired of doing demos. We are
supposed to be raising money for WITTS Ministries and others have stolen
every dollar WITTS ever raised. To this day they are still doing it.
Even the super-rich stole billions from WITTS.”
After many conversations with people who have worked with WITTS,
we’ve learned that many people feel WITTS acquires other people’s
devices rather than inventing them or building them themselves.

After the opensourcing of the QEG brought in so much public
attention, WITTS came out with some slanderous statements about our
family and then tried to discredit the QEG technology. At one point in
time they said publicly that “the QEG might disrupt the Quantum field”.
The engineers that I was hanging around with at that time couldn’t stop
laughing when they read that. When I asked them why they thought that
was so funny, they said “Its like saying a solar panel could disrupt the
sun”.
WITTS then changed their tune and re-designed their website to
feature the QEG. They also increased their prices (formerly $360)
charging people $1,000 to talk to Sir T for an hour about the QEG.

Now back to the Millionaires of Yelm:
I only bring this story up because I want to detail what it was like
to be exposed to this strange inner world of the elite. And I wanted to
pass on the unbelievable knowledge about this world that I learned from
Carol.

Carol taught me about how the extremely wealthy think. Many of the
elite are very spiritual people, they know all about ET’s, black ops,
free energy, secret societies, and mystery schools, but they will never
admit that they do. According to Carol, all of them already have free
energy devices running their homes, and they just don’t want to
share. She wanted to mold me, and shape me into being an elite CEO.
She was teaching me about spiritual discipline, about how to act and
think and take charge of my own reality. She was into all that stuff
that you hear about in alternative media like the movie The Secret, the
law of attraction, quantum physics, and creating your own reality. She
also really wanted to help people in her own way. She cared about the
sick, the poor, the starving… and there was a part of her that really
wanted to do something to change it. Yet, even with all her wealth,
Carol had a lot of limitations beyond her control.

Over time, Carol and I lost touch with each other and I traveled to
Australia and had many experiences which I’ll tell you about more in our
next letters. For the most part, I met a lot of new people and
remained quite busy. I met a well-known internet psychic that I’ll call
Peter. He and I became good friends and had plans to do some work
together in December of 2013. Then one day, out of the blue, I received
an email from Carol. She was incredibly interested in meeting Peter
because she wanted to know about his psychic abilities, and she had
heard that I knew him. I told her that Peter and I were going to be
touring together and would be in Mt. Shasta. She said she wanted to
meet up with us there – it was her birthday!

Mt. Shasta in California has an incredible community, and I was
planning on staying there for one month with Peter to work on a big
media project together with several other colleagues. Three days before
they were supposed to arrive, our two business partners pulled out and
left Peter and I stranded to handle the project on our own. It was a
very difficult time for both of us.

It was during this time that Carol flew into Mt. Shasta on a private
jet and rented a very posh cabin for one week. She had Peter and I stay
in the cabin with her and for the whole week it was just the three of
us. The owners of the cabin informed us that Mark Zuckerberg, the CEO of
Facebook, had stayed in this cabin the week before, and I couldn’t
believe I was sitting in such unimaginable wealth. Honestly though,
while it was quite beautiful, it really didn’t do much for me at all.
This is mostly because of where my heart is at. Fancy material things
and wealth have never impressed me. Good people that do good things, or
moving stories that make me cry, are what impresses me. I believe that
we as humans are so much more than these imposed westernized ideals of
what happiness is supposed to be when it comes to the acquisition of
“stuff.”

The Cabin We Stayed in at Mt. Shasta

cabin 2 Inside the Cabin At Mt. Shasta

In fact, I was shocked at the sheer amount of money that was being
spent on this ‘vacation’ of Carol’s. Please bear in mind that at this
time, I was doing everything I could to get funding for our new
organization, so this is where my mind was focused. (Small amounts from
donations coming in were helping me to survive, while my family and I
did the work to build the foundation for open sourcing our free energy
plans.) I grew up middle class American and money was always tight in
my house. Plus, I spent most of my younger life as the ‘working poor,’
earning minimum wage as a waitress, a retail sales associate, a radio
advertising sales rep, and a home health aide before I finally got my
corporate job working in finance.

During the time of staying there with Carol and Peter, the rent for
this lodge was around $1,000 USD per night. Carol wanted to stay there
because it was her birthday, and she wanted to ”get away from it
all.” We sat in that cabin for 7 expensive days. Carol and Peter went
in and out of spiritual trances and had lots of ceremonial bonfires,
with a constant supply of wood coming in from the ground’s
caretakers. They held spiritual ceremonies for horses, and did lots of
‘energy work’ which consisted of standing around the fire and speaking
things out loud with conviction, then trying to convince me that
something, somewhere had happened as a result of what they said. There
was a non-stop cloud of marijuana smoke in the air as Carol and Peter
continuously lit up one joint after another (I myself am not a pot
smoker). I recall sitting in a bear claw bathtub one night thinking of
how perhaps Mark Zuckerburg had been in this same tub the week before,
and how utterly ridiculous this whole fiasco felt in the face of all the
real problems that were occurring in the world.

Peter told us that he was getting ‘instructions’ on how to build
technology devices from ‘the other side.’ Well, having a stepfather
like James who gets inspired by the work of Tesla, I believed him. I
thought that perhaps all this extremely expensive new-age hippie stuff
might lead to something worthwhile. Carol seemed to be supportive of
Peter’s technology devices and told him, ”tell me what you need and I’ll
buy your supplies.” So then Peter took us to a crystal shop in Mt.
Shasta where Carol spent almost $10,000 on several large boxes of bulk
assorted crystals and beeswax.

The Crystal Shop in Mt. Shasta

Then a very determined Peter and Carol, toting along my very
bewildered self, headed back to the lodge to build the “devices”. I
admittedly had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. And in many
ways I felt like they were sort of keeping it a secret from me. Perhaps
they thought I wasn’t “spiritually enlightened” enough to understand
what it was that they were doing. But Peter told me it was ancient
Lemurian technology that he was building. I heard the word “technology”
and “device” and though that perhaps he was an engineer and they were
going to build some sort of energy device that could power a lightbulb
or something.

They took crystals, rocks and melted bees wax and put it into a
baking dish, waved their hands over it, did some meditation and that’s
how they made their devices. Below are some pictures of these “devices”.
They claimed that they did all manner of incredible things. There are
substances called orgonite that you can measure with scientific
equipment to show how they block out different harmful energy
fields.(they kind of work like those heavy blankets they put on you to
protect you from xrays) This was not orgonite. These Lemurian Devices
did not power lightbulbs, and I didn’t see a single piece of scientific
measuring equipment anywhere. They were pretty though.

Devices built by Peter and Carol.

Devices built by Peter and Carol.

Shortly after our lodge retreat, Carol insisted that Peter and I come
to stay with her in Yelm. This time, Carol had no interest in me or my
humanitarian organization; instead she was only interested in Peter’s
psychic abilities and wanted to introduce him around to what she claimed
where her “soul-sick”, wealthy friends who needed something worthwhile
to focus on.

She told Peter she could make him rich, that he could give psychic
readings to her billionaire friends for $1,500 a day and then sell them
the same technology tools, the bees wax and crystals, for between
$500-$2,000 each. She immediately had him booked for 12 days in a row
of readings. On one occasion, he went off to a crystal show, this time
with a stack of other people’s credit cards with the intention of
spending $100,000 to buy crystals to make more Lemurian technology tools
for his readings.

Nine out of ten people reading this right now would look at some of
these figures I just listed and they would feel sick. I’m only listing
the amounts spent on such nonsense to make a point. There are a lot of
wealthy people in this world that are spending enormous amount of money
on completely ludicrous things. Carol told me that most poor people
would want to lynch the wealthy if they knew how they really spent their
money.

I watched Carol drop more money in one week than most people in the
world make in a whole year. Peter was able to buy a new car after two
days of telling people they were Cleopatra in their past life. There is
a tremendous amount of insane imbalance in this world, and I feel
strongly that it’s going to have to correct itself in some way. (During
the entire extent of my friendship with Carol she invested a total of
$1,000 in me and my organization, $100 of this went into a crowdfunding
campaign to help us film a movie that she was helping edit, and she
smuggled $900 in cash to me (because she couldn’t let her husband know)
inside of a mashed potatoes box she mailed me with some homemade jam
from her farm.

I needed to leave Yelm. This was insanity to me and I had to go back
home to help my stepfather with the QEG. Before I left however, I
witnessed the most shocking behavior I’d ever seen from my friend
Carol. One day she got a letter in the mail from one of those Christian
Children’s Funds asking for money to feed starving kids in developing
countries. Something in Carol snapped and she went on a tirade of hatred
for the poor people, claiming all they ever wanted was her money, that
they were all lying scammers, and that all these charities are bogus and
they just want to take her money that she works really hard for. I
think Carol was having some sort of a breakdown.

In those last days I spent with my extravagant friend, I learned a
few key pieces of information that had been previously hidden from
me. I learned that Carol had no real control over her own money as she
had to have her husband’s permission to spend it on only what he deemed
worthy.

Sometime in the months that we’d lost touch with each other, Carol
made two bad investments on people that took her money and ran off with
it. One of these investments was in her maid: Carol and gadgetman gave
their maid’s family a loan to open up a restaurant. Everyone in their
small town knew this. The maid’s family decided they wouldn’t or
couldn’t pay back the loan, and it put a really bad taste in Carol and
her husband’s mouths for lending out money. Since this time, her
husband put a moratorium on Carol’s spending (no more helping out
friends who were working on projects or trying to start new business
ventures). However, if it was something she could categorize as
entertainment, such as a birthday retreat or a very expensive purchase
of pretty crystals, she was allowed to get away with it. And she told me
she was trying to make sure that Peter rolled in enough money from her
rich friends to immediately pay her credit card bill before her husband
saw the money was gone.

Remember the cab driver? Well it was at this time that I learned from
Carol’s mother (who leaked it out by mistake in front of me) that the
cab driver flat out lied to Carol’s husband, and made up some elaborate
story about what a bad person I was and how I was just using Carol for
her money. This was the cab driver I spent one hour with in the
car. Carol’s husband had never met me, but he believed the cab driver
and told Carol that I specifically was not allowed in their house. So
all the time that I was at Carol’s house she was sneaking me into her
home while her husband was away, and I had no idea. I found this out in
the most horrible way. Carol and her whole staff were busily running
around the house trying to clean an already pristine estate in a nervous
rush to get it ready for her husband who was coming home early. She
rushed me out of the house and paid her cook to drive me back to the
hotel so he wouldn’t know I was there – all based on the lie of a
jealous cab driver – jealous because, as Carol later told me, “ she
wanted us to give her, the cab driver, a lot of money because we had just bought our maid a family restaurant.”

Carol was my friend and we were very close. She knew all my little
secrets and I knew hers. We spent hundreds of hours together on phone
calls and I cared about her very deeply as a human being. She taught me a
lot about this world that we live in, both directly and indirectly. And
in many ways I still miss her as a friend. She was not perfect, as I am
not perfect. People make mistakes, and I know I’ve made my fair share
too. And I still feel awful about the way things ended. There is still a
part of me that wishes I could speak to her again. I hope that one day
her husband will come to his senses and see that taking the advice of a
jealous cab driver is not the best way to make his judgement
calls. They would see that we have built the device they were willing
to pay $100K for, and that we are serious about wanting to do this for
humanity. We have gone forward with creating our business entity and
opening up a community center for the poor, but it seems as though Carol
has absolutely no interest in the QEG and the endeavor that she herself
helped to bring about for the whole world when she introduced me to
WITTS. Does she even know that there are over 100 QEG’s being built
right now in over 40 countries? Does she even have any idea? I have to
wonder.

As for Peter, he never left Yelm. He still lives there and he and
Carol now do YouTube shows together. Unfortunately he and I don’t speak
anymore either. He stopped responding to my messages and I feel quite
saddened by this too. He was a good friend and I cared about him a lot,
but I think Yelm and all that money really changed him. I did speak
with him one time after this experience and he told me he had been
following the QEG news after we open sourced. Apparently, at one point,
he was charging for readings he did for engineers who wanted him to
tell them how to energetically build a QEG. No I’m not kidding. This is
the kind of crazy stuff that happens around a free energy device. I’ve
since learned that there are many people who go to psychics specifically
to ask them about the QEG. Supposedly, people have channeled alien
beings who talk about the QEG. One blogger told us that the entire
Galactic Federation has recognized the QEG and its open sourcing as a
milestone in humanity’s history.

As for us, we prefer to stick to more concrete readings. Like
schematics, measurements on a scope, and lighting up the homes of the
poor, one bulb at a time.

Coming up next time on the QEG Chronicles: Our Unexpected Initiations, and the OPAL Tour.Originally posted @ Hope Girl Blog